She took it. As always, I didn’t MEAN to be long winded, and I’m open to whatever criticism you’d like to offer. Sex She looked as panicked as I felt. When I began to buck involuntarily, she stopped. She smiled. Um nice to meet you.”
I managed to spit out a “likewise”, and our social ritual was complete. We bumped into each other on the way to reach for it. Piercing, alive, intelligent. Inside the tent, away from all the others, I was less embarrassed. “It felt good,” I assured her. But I held her, and I stroked her back, and I called her beautiful, and eventually she stopped crying, and eventually she made a joke about how silly we both must have looked, and we laughed and the tension broke. She took it. But it’s something I can live with. And she soaps me all up, and gets me all bothered and doesn’t seem to notice. I was embarrassed, but I’d also just had my tongue in her mouth, so I figured it wasn’t unexpected.
